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| From July 09 |
You started preschool and I could not be more proud of you for that. There are still some aspects that you will have to get used to, but overall I think you are doing well- meeting lots of new friends and learning lots of new things. One of the byproducts of your preschool is an immediate change in your speech. On the way home from your first day, we noticed a marked difference in your enunciation. It seemed to continue on your second visit, though not to the same degree. We have also been enduring a little bedtime battle known as "Mina get back in bed." Some nights it is a real challenge and others it is a breeze. Know that I love you very much, even when I am stomping up the stairs to lead you back to bed for the 16th time. I might not like the situation, but I will always love you.
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| From August |
You are determined to inspect, break, steal, and/or run away with any number of objects in the house. I caught you WITH SCISSORS. And you tried to run! Guh. You are at the stage where I can see in your pixie eyes that you are computing what I am telling you and then you are choosing to do what you want to do instead. You get a time-out almost daily. Then I remember this is a flash in the pan. Even if the next two years of your life (and then 2 years of your sister's life) are full of this specific type of torture- it will be over before I know it and you will be in Kindergarten and I will be in my rocking chair, holding a picture of you at 1 week old, and sobbing. It's what moms do... This mom at least.
I continue to enjoy watching you with your sister. You leaned in toward her and said "I love you Jovie." I almost died, my heart swelled in my chest so much. But then I remembered that you tried to step on her head that same day, and my heart returned to normal size.
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| From August |
We love the little songs you continue to invent- Your newest favorite is a song about your diaper and it goes like this (cue vaudeville music) "I have a poopy diaper, I have a poopy diaper, I have a poopy diaper in my chaaaair." And guess what? You did NOT have a poopy diaper. You were fibbing. You apparently pulled this on your day care providers as well~
My favorite moment for this month is more a collection of moments. Most mornings you wake before we do and I wrap you in my arms and bring you to our bed for a few more moments of peace. And there we are- our beautiful little family of 4, all nestled in the same bed, breathing the same air, and sharing the same magic.
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| From August |
In these times, I look over and I might see your face nestled into Daddy's neck or his hand grasping yours. Other times, I will look across and see you gently rubbing Jovie's head or inspecting her face (in the kindest of ways). These moments are so small and so fleeting, but so deeply poignant to me.
I did not know what it would be like being a mother, but it is one of the greatest, most difficult and wonderful things I have ever done. And I love you very very much.
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| From July 09 |
Love,
Mamma
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